Darkness swells past midnight. The sea’s call a siren’s wail simple melody from alluring to haunting, childish bitterness kept Vaas away. Kept the tiger from the edges of his own boardwalk. It hurt to look out towards the sea, and he was busy. There was little time for gazing anymore. Little time for allowhim himself to reminess, when winter was it’s coldest, Vaas found little time beyond hunting scant prey, tending to the withering gardens. Without someone to look to, to teach him, he only had the remnants of what was inside his cage. The soil and carefully tended to rot making for good beds for the more resilient herbs, but it was too cold to grow anything more than bare essentials.
Poppy, maringold, catnip.
His patrol now included the careful watch of known spiders. Collecting the empty and vacant ones as the spiders crawled off due to the chill. Spider silk was strong, and much more renewable in comparison to cloth- which the medicine cat had very few of.
It was only during the night, between worrying and hunting that Vaas found himself back towards the waters edge.
The rotted wood no longer creaked, ice making the wood slippery- but sturdy again. Claws sinking into it, even under the strain of his heavy frame he felt no concern. Instead his eyes was towards the water.
Power. It felt like a curse. In tandem with responsibility, with healing. They were parts of him now, in ways he never knew he could become. He still had a ways of controlling it, better in the calm learn before his own tightly controlled temper snapped and he became something dangerous- not unlike Quasar but: Where Quasar was a kid, the Medicine cat didn’t have the excuse. He needed to control it, he was raised alongside other’s who had the abilities of elementals. At least he knew the stepping stones for this sort of control.
He stepped off the boardwalk, walking along the sands for sparse moments before he walked into the icy waters. Salt infused waters and sea-foam. Up to his ankles he wade deeper still. Until he was shivering from the cold all the way up to his chest. He breathed: not warm- but calm.
He breathed with the waves. Let them sway him in their waves. Carefully he reached out, and created a small swirl in the water. Rose the next wave just inches higher. He focused on small amounts of control. On not commanding the water but asking. Working alongside it, the sea was a ruthless, and the cold would remain all night, even in the depths of their winter- yet Vaas stood inside the water, even at it’s cold, biting.
[table][tr][td]Poppy, maringold, catnip.
His patrol now included the careful watch of known spiders. Collecting the empty and vacant ones as the spiders crawled off due to the chill. Spider silk was strong, and much more renewable in comparison to cloth- which the medicine cat had very few of.
It was only during the night, between worrying and hunting that Vaas found himself back towards the waters edge.
The rotted wood no longer creaked, ice making the wood slippery- but sturdy again. Claws sinking into it, even under the strain of his heavy frame he felt no concern. Instead his eyes was towards the water.
Power. It felt like a curse. In tandem with responsibility, with healing. They were parts of him now, in ways he never knew he could become. He still had a ways of controlling it, better in the calm learn before his own tightly controlled temper snapped and he became something dangerous- not unlike Quasar but: Where Quasar was a kid, the Medicine cat didn’t have the excuse. He needed to control it, he was raised alongside other’s who had the abilities of elementals. At least he knew the stepping stones for this sort of control.
He stepped off the boardwalk, walking along the sands for sparse moments before he walked into the icy waters. Salt infused waters and sea-foam. Up to his ankles he wade deeper still. Until he was shivering from the cold all the way up to his chest. He breathed: not warm- but calm.
He breathed with the waves. Let them sway him in their waves. Carefully he reached out, and created a small swirl in the water. Rose the next wave just inches higher. He focused on small amounts of control. On not commanding the water but asking. Working alongside it, the sea was a ruthless, and the cold would remain all night, even in the depths of their winter- yet Vaas stood inside the water, even at it’s cold, biting.
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"take me into your heart , accept me as your savior nail me to the fucking cross and let me be reborn" — an antagonist with a silver tongue , a pirate with nothing to loose and everything to gain . vaas montenegro ; he who lives to fight demons should be weary he himself does not become one ." it's not like i am fucking crazy — "
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